Between Love and Betrayal
POV Adam
Seeing all of this unfold, I've realized I hurt the wrong person. She did everything just to make sure I was okay, and the guilt won't stop gnawing at me. I owe Amber my life—twice—and, of course, I owe her parents for offering me a place in their home. Now I'm here in the guest room where I always used to sleep, only this time most of my belongings are here with me.
I only spent one day in the hospital, under observation overnight. They also scheduled me with a psychologist, since the doctor said I was showing signs of depression and needed to go before things got worse.
The kids weren't home; their parents had forced them to go to school while I stayed on bedrest. The good thing was, they were almost out by now. In front of me I had a TV,
